I am not an author by trade. I am just like you, but I have lost a child. I don't look different. I still get up in the morning and go to work; I go out with family and friends. I am just like you, only I am the mother of an angel. I continue to grieve, grow, sob, wonder, plead, & heal. I am the face of infant loss, a parent's pride, of tragic heartache, and endless hope. I am just like you.